When I was little I told a tree all of my secrets.
I’m being serious.
Years back when I felt so alone and had nobody to talk to, I would walk out into the woods. There was a specific tree that attracted me. It looked very old and beaten up. It’s branches were bare and breaking down and it’s roots were coming up from the ground. I’d sit on the bigger roots and talk to the tree. I told it how I was feeling that day and what was going on back at the house. It knew all of my secrets.
Now that I look back at those moments shared with that tree I feel mixed emotions of sadness (talking to a tree because I had no one else) yet inspiration (taking in nature as therapy) and also happiness.
Wow I’m so glad these memories popped into my head this morning.